recent memory

Driving home tonight from seeing IBP's presentation of today's Suzan-Lori Parks plays, Outtakes + the Three Constants, and also driving home from an Arts Initiative party at Winter Street, we hit a light at Pease and Louisana. While we were waiting for the light to change, a guy in a plaid shirt, tight jeans, a hoodle and a canvas book bag slung over his shoulder crossed the street. It was raining; the cold had lifted a little, still there was no one else out on the street there. David and I sat at the stop light for a beat, then the light turned green. David said, "It's a really weird world, and I don't understand it."

That sentence in that moment was the truest philosophy I've ever heard.